#poor Reg

[muggleborn-slytherpuff]

Barty: And worst of all, you callously ignored the letter Reg wrote to you even though he told you he loved you!

James: What letter?

James: Barty, what letter?!

[veesstar0555]

james: DONT CALL ME KID! DONT CALL ME BABY. LOOK AT THIS GODFORSAKEN MESS THAT YOU MADE ME.

regulus: did i do something?

sirius: YEAH BITCH!! YOU SHOWED ME COLOURS YOU KNOW I CANT SEE WITH ANYONE ELSE!

remus: let it out, let it out.

regulus:

regulus: what.

[lowlylux]

I told you things but it’s regulus in every fanfic I write

[turnin9pag3]

regulus not thinking hes nice and saying that he cares so much when he doesnt want to care at all is literally killing me. he truly wants james and belived james wanted him back and then he saw him and lily and even tho it was platonic he didnt know that and omg im crying

[theonyxstate]

OHMYFUCKINGAGFSGSBSBHARRGSGFYUU

amazing how you can literally see how much better Sirius' living conditions were, despite both of them fighting in the war - how much calmer he is, how hia cheeks are fuller and his wound taken care of (not to mention having his own clothes and wand on him). ure literally such an amazing artist omg. its so good i need to sit before ill have a stroke

It’s 1980, the wizarding war is still ongoing, and Sirius is facing his brother, whom he thought dead for over a year, with a baby and ready to shoot him with a rifle.

AU where Regulus' karma is having a son who happens to be the carbon copy of Sirius.

p.1 | p.2 | p.3 | p.4 | p.5 | p.6 | p.7 | p.8 | p.9

Masterlist of the AU

[my-castles-crumbling]

slap - @jegulus-microfic - word count: 228

"Oh my god," James murmured, looking resolutely away from the middle of the room.

But as the bass thudded around them and the party continued, he found it more difficult to do so.

Because Regulus had, for the first time in a long time, gotten absolutely plastered. And now?

He was dancing with Barty on a table.

The two boys moved together so closely that it seemed like they were of one mind, their hips rolling together an their chests touching, matching grins on their faces. Regulus's hair was a little mussed and his shirt was riding up, and he was currently biting his bottom lip, eyes closed, his hands on Barty's waist.

And James was entranced. Because really, who wouldn't be? Regulus looked like some sort of fallen angel, dressed in all black, his beautiful skin tinged pink with drink and exertion as he moved.

But the worst part?

Every once in a while, Regulus glanced over. Looked at James. Threw him a seductive smirk that was so un-Regulus and so tempting that James almost melted to the floor with it.

"So...are you looking over there because you want to slap Crouch or snog Reg?" Remus asked from next to James, snapping him back to reality.

Clearing his throat and looking over to where Barty looked to be thoroughly enjoying himself, James shrugged and chuckled. "Both."

[ultravioletbrit]

“call” - Jegulus microfic - @into-the-jeggyverse - 352 words

mild sexual content

James is leaning back against the headboard, head tipped back, and eyes closed as his lips part in a breathy sigh. His phone is on speaker on the pillow beside him and one of his hands is slipping under the waistband of his boxers. He lets out a low moan and he hears a soft hum from the other end of the phone. When he hears the hum turning into small whimpers he starts moving his hand slowly. He leans a bit closer to the phone and—

“Hey Prongs?” His bedroom door flies open and Sirius freezes in the doorway as James scrambles for the sheet to try and hide what he’s doing. He fails miserably and Sirius starts laughing just as Remus walks up behind him.

“Everything okay over here?” Remus asks, looking from James’ mortified face to Sirius’ hysterical laughter and back to James again. Remus does a piss-poor job of hiding his own laughter and James drops his head and groans.

“Shut up, both of you, and get out.” James growls at them.

“Don’t worry about it, mate. It’s completely normal and natural. … I am going to tell Reggie you’re cheating on him with your own bloody hand, though” Sirius says through his laughter.

“OUT!” James yells and throws a pillow at them.

“Alright, leave him alone.” Remus says pulling Sirius away. As Remus is closing the door, his eyes flick over to the other pillow where the phone is, and he gives James a knowing smirk. Fuck Remus Lupin and his ability to pick up on everything.

James sighs and turns back to the phone only to hear giggling coming from the other end.

“Reg.” James says picking up the phone.

“Reg.” James tries again, and the giggling only gets louder.

“Regulus!” He is full-on laughing at James at this point.

“I’m hanging up on you. Call me back when you’re not getting so much amusement from my humiliation.” James tells him.

“It might be a while.” Regulus says as he continues to laugh at him.

James ends the call and flops down on the bed with a loud groan.

[chericheribaby]

losing my mind

Lying on his side of the bed, Regulus reaches for his face. His fingers try to brush James' cheek but they go straight through him. Regulus lets out a shuddering breath.

"You aren't real, are you?"

James tries to hold his outreach hand but just like Regulus, his fingers go through it, leaving Regulus’ arm full of goosebumps.

“I’m sorry,” James murmurs with a miserable look on his face that breaks Regulus’ heart all over again. 

“Am I dreaming of you again?”

James looks hesitant before he says, “not exactly.”

Regulus nods, like he was expecting as much. He also knows what James is not saying. “Just losing my mind, then.”

James’ eyes are full of sadness. “You’re just having a bad night, that’s all.”

“Yeah, a bad night alright,” Regulus' laugh comes out all wrong, high and bitter.  “I drink a little too much and now I’m hallucinating my missing husband again.”

“I’m not missing Regulus,” James says, trying to catch his gaze. “I’m dead.”

Regulus looks away. “Sure James, whatever you say."

“Reg, you need to stop."

“���m not doing anything." Regulus mumbles, closing his eyes trying to keep the hurt away but James' voice sounds loud on his head.

“It's been months and they haven't found anything, you know what that means.”

"Shut up, James."

"Regulus, you have to let me go."

“Like hell I’m going to let you go." Regulus feels a lump on his throat.

“I’m not real, Regulus.”

“Yeah you are, you’re right here.”

“Regulus.”

“James.”

James looks pleadingly at him. “You need to sleep. You haven't slept properly in days."

“But if I do that you’ll be gone when I wake up," his vision becomes blurry by the unshed tears. “I’m not letting that happen again, I’m not letting you out of my sight, not again.”

“I’m not really here." James sounds so heartbroken by this admission that Regulus's heart hurts.

“If you keep talking to me it feels like you are.”

“You are talking to yourself.” James sounds so heartbroken by this admission that Regulus' heart hurts.

Regulus closes his eyes again, blocking out the words. “You can’t say things like that."

“Why?”

“Because if you're cruel, I can't pretend you are here anymore and I don't want to stop pretending," he whispers. "I don't want to be alone tonight."

But when Regulus opens his eyes again, James is not there anymore. He never was, to begin with.

This is one of the scenes that didn't make it in the way home mostly because I didn't know where to put it lol but I liked it so might as well share it, you know?

[bunnyloveroverhere]

The past meeting the future!

Entry for ‘youth’ Revalink Week~!

[hazelkjt]

Heavy Breathing

Inspired by this post talking about the Fortemps Family Duskwight concept art

[florsial]

Regulus cries more often than not. It's something he's picked up on during the war. When he felt like there wasn't a light at the end of the tunnel, when he felt as if he couldn't differentiate between the nightmares to reality. He doesn't sleep because of it, he just spends his nights crying. Walburga told him he sounded like a wailing baby. She doesn't look at him.

But James notices he cries more after the cave. Mornings, afternoons, nights. He can hear it from his room. When he eats breakfast. When he slips under the blankets. During meetings. It rings in his ears. In Sirius' too, he can tell.

They don't do anything about it in the beginning. James didn't want to be overbearing, so he just let Regulus be, let him cry it all out. But it seemed as if there wasn't a bottom in the endless pit. Regulus just kept crying. Crying. And when he isn't, he just stares off. It isn't much better than the wailing.

One day, it gets too much. When he hears Regulus crying, he walks into the younger's room and starts to cry as well when he sees Regulus doing nothing but just sitting at the end of his bed. His face was in his hands and crying, wailing, again and again.

"I'm sorry, I-I'm sorry..." James says repeatedly. He doesn't know how, but he finds himself kneeling in front of Regulus, his face buried in the younger's knees. They are both crying. He's apologizing and Regulus is wailing without words.

It's almost comforting. The two of them acting like a complete mess together. Sobbing in each other presence. Holding onto each other for dear life because they don't know when it will slip from their grasp during the war. It's so comforting that James doesn't realize when they've stopped crying until his weak and broken repeating of, "I'm sorry" is finally stopped by Regulus carding his fingers into his curly and whispering, "I'm sorry too."

They both feel lighter after that.

[justallay]

[I hope I can relax at least this time. When was the last time I relaxed at all? I can't remember. It's been so long, but the memories are still fresh. Ugh.

Why do I even live now?]

[the-worlds-smallest-violin]

I’m Regulus, but you could call me whatever you want.

Seriously though, call me Regulus. If I get called anything else, Pandora will not stop me from going haywire.

Please, for the love of literally anything, use he/him for me. If I get called a woman one more time, I will kill myself (Dorcas, this does not make me emo. It just makes me sad).

If you’ve seen any solo ventures of mine… you haven’t. No idea who that person is. That haircut was shit, and goddamn did that voice suck.

Drumming is one of my passions. That, and playing the violin, but one of those things causes stress, and the other one gets rid of it, and I know that, with how much stress I’m under corralling my bandmates, I need to let off steam.

This may be a crazy thing to hear, but I read. And not children’s books. Remus and I actually have a book club together.

I write poetry. If any songs have a good drum-line and sound like you are about to be lulled to sleep, it was probably me.

My bandmates

@visions-and-voices, another one of our singers. If I go missing, she probably is the first to know. Our won’t even notice I’m gone.

@evtherose, our bassist. He’s nice. Doesn’t call me emo. Not to my face, anyways.

@fuckmeadose, our singer who refuses to acknowledge that I am not emo.

@lunar--lupin, our guitarist, Remus. He actually gets me.

@number-one-sun,@sirius-in-the-stands, @therosesonlyfan, @cheriecurrieisthatyou, @lily-loves-pandas

[questionable-doctor]

little baby reggie getting startled and performing Pufferfish Behaviors. you agree.

[caught-a-fallen-star]

why the fuck can't we?

reg it really wasn't that hard to find the trackers. they've got this like...i dunno mri typa shit to find out where it is, and then you just remove it and boom. no more tracker. i think mine's in the bottom of a river now

and we have the bloody mafia on our side now! at least i do. and james doesn't hate you as much as you think, i promise. we have what we need to make it work so let's do it

@caught-a-fallen-star Where the fuck are you?

[lulublack90]

Prompt 12 - Gate

@jegulus-microfic July 11, Word count 993

He stared up at the main gate into Hogwarts, seeing it up close for the first time. It was his first Hogsmeade trip as a third year, and he’d decided to walk back to the castle alone. He’d seen the gate as the thestrals pulled the carriages through them, travelling to and from the Hogwarts Express. But he’d never had the time to leisurely admire the ironwork and the stone winged boars that adorned either side. They were some of the ugliest things he’d ever seen, but he could admire the craftsmanship that had gone into carving the stone. 

He found a comfortable place to sit and pulled out a sketchbook to draw them. He didn’t have much in the way of drawing materials. His mother would throw a fit if she found him devoting his time to such frivolous things. So he was stuck with an unlined notebook and a quill that he quickly transfigured back into the muggle pencil he’d snuck out and bought. He’d use them until they were nothing but nubs and sneak out again to get another one. It wasn’t worth buying more than one. If he suddenly had an abundance of quills, someone might end up borrowing one and they’d start asking questions. 

This one was about half used. It would last him until Christmas, he hoped. He put his pencil to paper and began.

He was lost in his work and didn’t hear the approach of a group of students. 

“Hey, Sirius, isn’t that your brother?” Peter called after the bounding boy in front of him. 

“Huh?” Sirius spun around, bringing James Potter with him, who was in a headlock under Sirius’s arm. “Oh, yeah, it is. Oi, Reggie!” He bellowed. Regulus startled and drew a thick pencil line straight through his drawing. He growled at the mess and used his wand to erase the offending line. 

“Go away,” He sneered at his brother as he tried to hide what he was doing, but Sirius was too fast. He snatched the notebook out of Regulus's hands and flipped it open. 

Sirius stared down at the first drawing in the book. It was of the window in the Slytherin Common room when the giant squid had a tentacle creeping across the glass. He flipped through the pages, his brow furrowing more and more. He finally looked up.

“Does Mother know about these?” Regulus thought he heard a touch of concern, but with Sirius, you never knew if it was genuine. 

“No, and nor will she, especially from you,” He snapped, getting into Sirius’s face, and jabbing him with his pencil in the chest. Sirius set his jaw and glared into his brother’s eyes. 

“Wow, these are really good,” Regulus’s head snapped to the person who’d spoken, forgetting all about Sirius. “No, really, they’re beautiful,” James smiled at him, his head at an odd angle as he peered at the upside-down picture in Sirius’s hand. 

“Where do you get the pencils from?” Sirius asked, holding up Regulus’s hand. Regulus snatched it back.

“I sneak out and go to the post office down the road,” Regulus confessed, daring his brother to say anything about it. 

“Wow, Reggie, I’m impressed. How has she not found them yet?” Sirius asked, eyes still on the pencil in Regulus’s hand. 

“I only get one at a time. Now can I have my book back? I want to finish before dinner,” Regulus held out his hand for the notebook. Sirius looked down as though he’d forgotten he still had it. James grabbed it and handed it over. 

“Here,” He said, a big stupid grin on his face. Regulus grimaced. 

“Thanks,” And opened his book back to the page he was working on and continued from where he’d left off. 

“Come on, I’m hungry, let’s go see if we can charm the house elves before dinner,” Remus said quietly, putting an arm around Sirius and leading him away. 

“Remus, I just watched you eat a week’s worth of chocolate. How can you still be hungry?!” Sirius barked out a laugh, but let Remus lead him through the gates and back towards the castle. Peter followed them, chuckling at Remus’s look of shock at Sirius’s statement. 

“They really are beautiful,” James said, leaning over to see the final touches Regulus was adding to the boar’s wings. “Do you really only have one pencil?”

“Yes,” Regulus answered curtly. Why was his brother’s replacement for him still hanging about?

“Alright then, see you around,” James said awkwardly. Regulus nodded at him and he left.

The following morning, an oddly familiar owl landed beside him with a messily wrapped parcel. He took it from the owl, who flew off hooting happily and opened it. Inside was a copy of One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi. 

He already had a copy, and he hadn’t ordered a new one. He examined it. Something was off. He took his wand out and waved it over the book. The book shuddered and fell open. Inside was a brand-new pencil set. They were all different degrees of hardness. From the thickest dark graphite to the lightest tips that would barely leave a mark. He ran his fingers over them, marvelling at them as they knocked together, making a clicking sound. 

A note was tucked underneath the pencils. He plucked it from the box and read the words written there in a messy, heavy hand. 

‘From your not-so-secret admirer. I hope I’ll get a peek at whatever you create from these. Enjoy, James.’ 

He couldn’t believe that the boy he’d never shown anything but contempt for would send him such a thoughtful gift. But right now he didn’t care. He took out his notebook and started sketching the black lake and mountains surrounding it with his brand-new pencil set. It was already looking better than anything he’d ever drawn before. Maybe he’d send it to Potter as a thank you. Maybe not. He’d decide later.